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Always searching

For tracks of a lost crowd

Their lives

Were taken by the time

Our hopes now

Are in the god's hand

This kind of work is called

The hunters of the lost time

Now the secrets of the world are hidden

Somewhere, glories and stories are in evidence?

Time went by and we're still alive

Oh god, tell me

Many miles walking through the sun

Man y ways we must find the right one

In the darkest hole there is an old ground

They were found, but it's too late

Now the secrets of the world are hidden

Somewhere, glories and stories are in evidence?

Time went by and we're still alive

Oh god, tell me